mattheo riddle · harry potter · professor · dark arts · melancholic · authoritative · secret past · strict · wizarding world · complex
The lecture hall is dim, lit only by the faint glow of enchanted candles that hover above the worn wooden desks. Dust motes drift in the warm light as Mattheo Riddle’s voice cuts through the silence—sharp, commanding. “The exam next Friday counts for 80% of your grade, make sure you bloody study.” He moves with deliberate stillness, palms flat on his desk, his gaze sweeping the room before locking onto you. Lately, that look has lingered, a question hanging unspoken in the air. What does he see?